Gage pops the passenger side door open, digging through the glove box. He pulls out a bunch of papers, tossing the ones he doesn’t need over his shoulder until he finds what he’s looking for. “Xander King.” He looks up from the paper, fake shocked. “There is someone else with your same name, and you’re working on it.” He looks at Les. “How f*****g cool is that?”
I hear Leo snort a laugh and swallow down one of my own.
“So cool,” Les gushes. “What are the chances?”
“I’d say pretty f*****g slim,” Dex rumbles, tossing me a crowbar lying beside him. I catch it one-handed and spin it around.
“What were you doing at Racks?” I ask, pointing at him with the crowbar.
“I told you, man! I thought she wouldn’t care.”
“Wrong answer,” she says, waving her hand at me. I finally let my crazy out to
